Yep.
You read it right....
I'm pregnant. Actual real life pregnant!!! Really. I am.
I can't believe it either.
After all the whining wishing, hoping, praying.
$36,000 later (Thank God for health insurance)
We did it!
To say I'm excited is an understatement.
Tremendous understatement.
Here's how it all happened:
I woke up March 13th mad at the world.
I was sitting in my sink putting on my makeup.
(Weird. I know, but it's comfortable.)
Jay came up behind me and asked why I was especially grumpy this morning.
I told him that this world was so cruel.
I further explained by telling him my dream I had that night.
I told him it was such a realistic dream that when I woke up it was almost
devastating.
I dreamed that I took 8 pregnancy test.
They were all positive. Every last single one. Positive.
I was over the moon universe.
Before I announced it, before I was able to tell my sisters
I woke up.
Blah.
So basically, I had this wonderful, magnificent dream where I peed on sticks the
whole time.
Regardless, it was a great dream.
I have a buddy that I talk to regularly about the whole infertility process.
I even told her about the dream that morning.
Proof:
Anyway, Jay was working late that night and I decided to go
on a hot date with a certain 7 year old.
After we left the Mexican restaurant, I dropped by the store and picked up a First Response Pregnancy test.
I half-heartedly bought it.
After almost two years of trying or 24 months of negative test
you start to just buy them out of habit.
When we made it home I went to the bathroom.
Grant was somewhere in the house being Grant.
I automatically saw the testing line appear on the test.
I was thinking in my head "Great. Here is another definite hell no you're not pregnant test."
I was thinking in my head "Great. Here is another definite hell no you're not pregnant test."
Excuse my language, but that's what I felt like my tests were always saying.
I've always felt my pregnant test were making fun of me with the extreme, absolutely no positive in sight results I would get.
Anyway, I set it down on the counter top and walked away to check on my little man.
I walked back in the bathroom and there was an EXTREMELY positive pregnancy
test sitting on my counter top.
Not kidding.
Jay wasn't home. So I know he didn't draw the extra line on this one.
I screamed. I mean I didn't scream like "Oh!"
I screamed like "AHHHH!!"
Crazy ol' me.
Grant ran to my rescue.
He had his hand up to his mouth prepared to hear the devastating news.
I told him "I'm pregnant, Grant! I'm really pregnant!"
Grant starting crying and yelling "Finally! Finally!
I finally get a brother!"
Bless it. I didn't mean to tell him.
I've always had plans to wait to tell him until it was confirmed by my doctor,
but I was home alone and could not help myself.
So the next few minutes went a little like this:
I cried and was in disbelief. Grant did the same.
I called Jay. He thought something had happened to Grant because of my voice.
Once I calmed down enough to tell him the news he was ecstatic.
I called my sister, Carrington.
She also thought something had happened to Grant.
She said she almost choked on her Tripe chocolate shake.
Carrington ran by the store and bought two more test.
I called my mama.
She started crying.
She started crying.
I then went to my mama's and took the two test from Carrington.
They both said positive.
I'm still in shock.
I have dreamed of the day that I would actually find out that I'm pregnant.
At the time I am writing this I am exactly four weeks and 5 days pregnant.
I go for my first appointment with ultrasound on April 1st.
I am extremely scared I will miscarry.
I know after 12 weeks the chances of miscarriage decrease tremendously.
So keep us in your prayers until then!
Thank you for all of your prayers, encouraging words and advice.
You have no idea how much it has meant/helped.
I feel like I partly owe this kid to most of you.
I will keep blogging about the pregnancy and update hopefully regularly.
For all the infertile myrtles out there:
